As a rule, I'm a comparative thinker. As a writer, I construct parallels and employ juxtaposition all the time. As a critic, I see comparison as a means towards a more accurate definition.
Last night, halfway through his set, Todd Snider asked the audience to request songs. Loud calls rained down directed at the stage.
Austin band Dry Season opened the night with a set of a neo-psychedelic soundscapes. The instrumentation was nicely supported by the ethereally reverbed-out and delayed vocals of Madelyn Carr.
Back in November when the Lawrence Arms decided to play St. Louis for the first time in four years, they made sure to pick the coldest and snowiest day of the year.